paul engle once said that poetry is ordinary language raised to the nth power, that it is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.
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Hiraeth
Poetry(n.) a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. an anthology of visceral verses and pretentious poetry. (this is a collection of my shorter pieces).
